Burn: Outlaw Romance (Hotter Than Hell Book 3)

by Holly S. Roberts

  I follow him out back through the door at the rear of the kitchen. The trailer where the women are looks abandoned. A large electric cooler is propped on a wooden table and I guess it filters air inside. I want to check on Red so bad. We head back to the kitchen and I fill the trash can halfway adding a few contents from the freezer. The trash can smells too bad to keep it in the kitchen, so we walk back outside to dump it.

  I exhale with relief when I see Red. She’s leaning against the trailer smoking a cigarette. Her face is bandaged, but otherwise she appears okay. I walk in her direction and Rufus grabs my arm. “No,” he says.

  “What the hell do you mean, no?” I yank my arm away and turn back to the trailer. Red’s cigarette is smoking on the ground and she’s closing the door behind her. What the fuck?

  “Prez says to keep the two of you apart. Don’t get Red in trouble.”

  I’ve managed to keep myself under control for most of the day and now this little bleach boy is about to make me lose my shit. I suck in air as slowly as possible to gain control. I march back inside the clubhouse and wash the refrigerator out. I ignore the bleach fumes making my eyes burn and scrub until it’s spotless. I begin unpacking the items that need to stay cold. Rufus opens a door past the refrigerator. It’s a closet size pantry with enough shelves to hold the dry goods.

  I’ve worked harder than this before. So why am I so exhausted? I wipe sweat from my brow and wish I had some way to pull up my hair. I grab a clean glass and drink down tap water, which is foul-tasting. I don’t say a word to Rufus when the glass is empty; I just walk to the front room. More club members have shown up.

  Dagger strides over to me with a beer in hand. “You got bar duty, princess.”

  I turn on my heel and head behind the bar being sure to sway my hips just for him. There’s a fridge back here and when I open it, I see that it’s at least cleaner than the other one was before I took bleach to it. I grab a beer and untwist the cap. The damn cap burns my hand but I don’t show it. Several of the men are watching me. Dagger has a strange look on his face. He tips his beer to me when I take my first drink. I ignore him and turn to bar duty.

  There are cases of beer and pop under the counter. The newly bought hard liquor is lined up against the back wall. There’s a club emblem on that same wall above the bottles. It’s the same one the club members wear on their vests. It’s actually pretty damn cool, but fuck if I tell any of them that. It’s a crow on motorcycle handlebars with two skulls in front. Desert Crows is written on a banner across the top. The design is in a black circle. It looks ominous, which is what the person who designed it was going for.

  Rock music, thank God, gets louder and I shuffle beers and drinks when the guys approach the bar.

  “Beer,” one of the guys says. No please or thank you after I hand it to him. Another has me make him a rum and Coke. I do it all without saying a word. It doesn’t seem to bother the guys. Rufus is smart enough to walk behind the bar and grab his own beer. I give him the evil eye and he snubs it.

  Skull strides in followed by a woman. She’s around his age, has huge hair, and wears a lot of makeup. They’re carrying stacks of pizza boxes. Thank God, I’m starving. I’m guessing the woman is a whore, via Dagger’s explanation. She gives me a strange look and then proceeds to ignore me. “Hey, princess, bring two beers over here,” Skull shouts louder than he needs to. The damn music he listens to has damaged his hearing, I know it.

  I grab as many beers as I can hold and carry them out to the tables. I’m being a good little Mexican worker. I am, really. I hand Skull two beers and notice the man across from him has an almost empty bottle in front of him. I walk around and set one of the bottles next to him.

  I’m stunned when he grabs my hand in an iron grip and squeezes. “If I want a damn beer, I’ll ask. Stay the fuck away from me.” His grip goes from painful to excruciating and I literally see red. I’ve had enough. From country music, to an aching pussy, to cleaning and serving ungrateful assholes, my temper shoots from hot to sizzle in point two seconds. I swing the two beers in my other hand with the intent of de-braining him. He leaps out of his chair and takes the hit solidly on the shoulder. He still has hold of my hand and he twists it painfully and forces me to my knees. “You fucking bitch,” he says and keeps twisting. He’s intent on breaking my arm, and I’m just about to take his legs out from under him.

  “That’s enough, Bear. I’ll handle it.” Dagger’s voice is low and clipped.

  “The only way to handle it is to kill her ass and you know it. You’ve practically given her free run of the place. She’s too dangerous to keep around.” He at least loosens his grip as he yells at Dagger.

  Everyone has stopped partying and they’re staring. Taking this motherfucker down won’t earn me any brownie points. My nostrils flare as I breathe in and do everything I can to control myself.

  Dagger jerks me up off the floor, which doesn’t help, and pushes me slightly away. “It’s done, Bear. We’ve had this talk and I’m not repeating myself.”

  “She tried to hit me with beer bottles. What the fuck you gonna do about that?” he spits.

  “I said I’ll handle it.”

  “She needs to learn respect. If not from you, I’ll beat it into her.”

  Dagger moves so fast I almost fall backward. He grabs the front of Bear’s shirt and gets into his face. “You touch her and you’ll deal with me. You feel me?”

  “Fuck, Dagger, this is bullshit.”

  “Do. You. Feel. Me?”

  Bear steps back and Dagger releases him. He doesn’t wait for Bear to give an affirmative answer. He grabs me and pulls me behind him. He keeps a tight hold on my wrist as he marches from the room. I can barely keep up.

  This won’t be pretty.

  Dax

  HER INSOLENCE BLASTS ME. If looks could kill, as they say. She has no idea what I’ve risked to keep her alive or that the time has come for her to pay up. Nothing in this fucked up world is free, and I’m tired of watching her sassy breasts and the sway of her tight ass without taking her up on the offer. I can’t allow her to leave, it’s too dangerous, and in order for her to stay with the club, she needs to be part of it.

  Her skimpy shirt clings to her and does nothing to hide the bit of lace she’s wearing to push out her breasts. There’s sweat on her brow and her dark hair is wild with wisps sticking up all over the place. She must read something in my eyes because she steps back.

  “Not a good idea, princess,” I say as I reach above her head and close the bedroom door behind her. I pull her closer and she pushes against my chest, which does absolutely nothing. I’m bigger and stronger and so are my brothers. That’s another lesson she needs to learn. My right hand slides up her back until I grab a nice chuck of hair at her neckline. It’s time to set the record straight and teach her her place.

  “You have one chance and one chance only to choose who you belong to—my brothers or me. They’ll share you like a club whore until there’s nothing left. I’ll fuck you the same way, but I don’t share.” I roughly pull her head back.

  There’s fire in her brown eyes—fury and desire mixed. Her voice holds only fury when she says, “That’s my choice? I can be gang raped or fucked by you?”

  I have no idea why I’m always pushing her. I’ll admit the fire in her dark eyes turns me the fuck on. “I haven’t made up my mind if your pussy is worth the trouble or not. If you choose me, we’ll start with a blow job.”

  Her right palm slams upward between us. She tries to jam it into my chin. I jerk my head back just in time. I twist her around so her back is to my chest while keeping a tight hold on her hair. My left hand slides up until I’m holding one firm breast. I squeeze until she groans.

  “Like that, do you?”

  “Fuck you, Dagger.” She’s breathing hard. She wants me but thinks it will be on her terms. There’s no doubt I want her, and I press my cock against her ass so she knows how bad.

  “Am I your choice or my men? It’s t
ime to decide, princess.”

  She’s breathing heavily and before she answers, she releases a low growly sound. “You… you fucking piece of shit. Go ahead and fuck me. You’ve wanted to since the first time you saw my Latina ass.” She stops fighting me physically and I’m practically holding up her limp body. She’s right, I have wanted her since I saw her step out of her car and point the gun at me. We’re both fucking insane.

  I whisper against her throat, “Knees.” She always smells fucking incredible. “You’ll suck me off and make it fucking good or I’ll drag you out naked and let my men enjoy you.” I have no idea what’s come over me.

  Her breath hitches. She fucking likes it. I loosen my grip on her hair and lower my hand from her breast. She turns in my arms until our eyes meet. The fire in her eyes is hotter than ever.

  Very slowly she sinks to her knees. Why do I want to fuck this woman until she screams my name and want to break her at the same time? The sight of her on her knees turns my already hard dick to stone.

  She jerkily works on my belt. She continues staring at me until the buckle falls loose and then she drops her eyes to her task. Her hands actually tremble as she tackles the button and zipper on my jeans. I should stop what’s about to happen. Too. Damn, Bad.

  While she concentrates, her tongue comes out and she moistens her red, fuckable lips. My cock jumps and I almost explode before she even wraps her mouth around me. My breathing accelerates and I swear I couldn’t talk if I wanted to. She pulls back my jeans and they slip over my ass. She tugs down the front of my tight boxers and my cock springs free. Her warm breath slides over me and it’s all I can do not to grab her hair and force my cock down her throat.

  Her gaze lifts to mine and her tongue comes out. Just the tip slides up the length of my cock from balls to tip. I suck air into my lungs. It’s been too long since I’ve wanted something this bad and fuck if I allow it to end in the first few seconds. She rises higher on her knees and her lips slip over the head.

  I’m actually surprised she gave in this easily. A thought occurs in my clouded brain, and I pull her hair back so my dick slips from her mouth. “If you fucking bite me, I’ll knock out your teeth.”

  She rolls her eyes and from this vantage point it’s sexy as fuck. She slides her tongue out and licks me. My fingers slip from her hair and she takes me in her mouth again. Her hot, slippery, fucking mouth. I can’t fight the low groan that escapes my throat.

  She cups my balls and adds a healthy squeeze. I close my eyes for a few seconds as her lips, tongue, and yes the slight pressure of teeth pull me down the path of no return. My hands move to either side of her head and I adjust her speed. She’s taking me slow and deep, but I need fast. My balls tighten as saliva runs from the corner of her mouth. She’s watching me with a look of satisfaction in her all-knowing eyes.

  I groan again as the first wave of cum leaves my dick. Too bad if she’s not the swallowing type because I’m holding her head and giving her no choice. She swallows down what she can. My cum mixes with the saliva and drips onto the front of her shirt.

  Fuck yes, this is what I need.

  Sofia is part heaven and part hell and I want all of her.

  Sofia

  MEN ARE SO FUCKING easy and Dagger is no different. I rise slowly and bring the waist of his boxers and jeans up over his ass. I don’t remove my eyes from his as I buckle him up. He reaches down to my face and rubs his finger from my chin up to my bottom lip. His finger goes to his lips.

  Fuck, that’s hot.

  “Are we going back out there?” I ask sweetly. I’m so turned on it hurts. Won’t work for my plan, though, so I try not to convey that my pussy needs action.

  “Yeah,” he says with sleepy eyes and a satisfied look on his face. “There will be pizza left over and you can have some after the brothers finish.”

  That’s a direct shot to my pussy and not in a good way. I seethe and do my best to keep the fire out of my eyes. I follow Dagger back into the main room and try to look contrite as the guys watch me head back to the bar. I grab two more beers and carry them to Skull and the woman who finished off the last two I carried over. I wonder if they’ll pass her old ass around tonight seeing as the other whores are incapacitated.

  I put the beers down between Skull and the woman and take a slight detour back to the bar so I can walk behind the man who grabbed my arm earlier. It’s so simple really. I grab Dagger’s knife from where I stashed it in the back of my shorts. I have it around Bear’s throat pressing against his windpipe before anyone guesses my intentions. Bear’s entire body stiffens and all talk in the room ceases.

  Dagger’s knife is as sharp as I expected and I’m drawing blood.

  “Everyone back off,” I say loud enough to be heard over the music. “Bear and I are having a chat and I will slit his throat before anyone stops me.” I don’t need to look to know Dagger’s checking the sheath at his hip. Empty, sucker, and I truly wish I had time to laugh. “So, big boy,” I say loudly in Bear’s ear, “this is the thing… for as long as I can remember, I planned to kill my father. He fucked my mother over with drugs, whored her out to his friends, and regularly beat the shit out of her. He also killed two innocent babies she carried. They were my blood, completely innocent, and he beat them out of her,” I stress my horror with a little added pressure. “I dreamt about holding his severed dick in my hands every day from the time I was young. The very day the shit goes down it’s taken away from me.”

  I’m doing the best I can to control the simmering rage and it’s so fucking hard not to end this worthless piece of shit’s life. “In steps Dagger, the man who killed my father. I never expected to survive what I planned to do and I made my peace with God before I came here. My life has been shit and I’m one of the meanest bitches you’ll ever meet. Believe me, this world wouldn’t miss out because I’m not in it. Dagger talked about a different club than the one Fox controlled, so I made the decision to live. I’ll cook and clean and fuck your prez. I’ll even blow him if he’s got the balls to let me near his cock again.” A humorless laugh escapes me. “I’m damn good at everything I just listed. You want respect, then you better sure as fuck offer it.” My left hand is on his shoulder and I squeeze my nails into his T-shirt to keep myself from slitting his throat. “You. Get. Me?” I use Dagger’s turn of phrase with the same emphasis but don’t let him answer. “I have two choices right now…” I let that hang for a moment. “I can slit your throat and the men in this room will kill me… or I can get back to work.” I remove the knife, palm it, and stab it down into the wooden table between Bear’s hands. “Here’s your chance, big boy. Kill me and get it over with or let me get back to fucking work.”

  No one moves. I expect to be tackled, hit up the side of the head, or stabbed by Bear. He slowly slides his hand to the knife and turns slightly, peering over my shoulder. My eyes follow the direction of his gaze. “That must have been one hell of a blow job,” he says to Dagger.

  Dagger has the bubba look and I’ll be damned if it isn’t cute on him. Then, he actually smirks. “Best blow job ever.”

  Bear looks up at me. His voice is deceptively calm for a man who just about met his maker. “You say you can cook?”

  “Better than the shit I had last night.” I remove my hand from his shoulder and the tension in my back and shoulders ease.

  “As long as I don’t have fire bombs coming out my ass all night, I’ll give it a try.”

  His gaze travels back to Dagger. “She’s just as fucking crazy as you. I hope to God you know what you’re doing.”

  Dagger nods. “I’ll stash my knife before fucking her again, that’s for damn sure.”

  The men begin laughing and the woman sitting next to Skull joins in. When it quiets down, she throws an arm around Skull’s shoulder. “You asked me earlier if I wanted to move our trailer onto club property and save money. The answer’s yes.” Skull pulls her close and kisses her. He smiles when he comes up for air. I realize this is an old lady and n
ot one of the whores. God, only one day and I’m picking up the vernacular. She looks at me and stands up. “Come on, sugar, I’ll help serve so we can get this party started.”

  Before I move away, I reach around Bear and grab a slice of pizza from the box beside him. I don’t look at Dagger. I’ll be damned if I starve while everyone else eats.

  “I’m Charley,” Skull’s woman says when we walk behind the bar. She puts out her hand and I shake it. “You got a set of balls on you, girly, I’ll give you that.” She picks up a rag and wipes down the top of the bar. “Haven’t been here in months. Couldn’t stand the place. Skull put his foot down tonight and told me things were changing. I guess he’s right and it’s about time. I style hair for a living. You have Dagger bring you by when you want a cut and some color.”

  There’s no way I’m hurting her feelings and telling her I like my hair as is, so I just nod while she keeps talking. “Got no kids but wish we did. Getting too old now and I think we’re a little selfish. Takes lots of money to raise kids nowadays. Skull says he’s quitten’ his job and goin’ to work on the project Dagger has planned out on the highway. My man says they’ll make it work and after things are settled I can cut back my hours at the salon.”

  I let her speak without interrupting and learn more about the club than I could possibly pick up from Dagger. No wonder Skull doesn’t say a lot—Charley never shuts up.

  “Bear’s nothing but a big teddy. You and him got off on the wrong foot seein’ as you tried to blow a hole in Dagger. My man wasn’t too happy with you either. These men respect balls, so you’ll get along just fine. Not that it would have worked before Dagger took care of Fox.” Her expression changes and she looks at me compassionately. “I know you hated him and you have a right. Can’t say I’m sorry that son of a bitch is dead.”

  Again I nod and she doesn’t stop rambling. The only break I get is when Dagger brings a box of pizza over and rests it on top of the bar. His knife is back in the sheath. “Eat some more. You’re going to need your strength tonight.” I can’t decipher his expression.